Driving into work this morning I heard a provocative news trailer about the Coast Guard firing upon a "ghost ship," but did not hear the story. I checked it out. It's not as exciting as it initially sounded. I was hoping for another Marie Celeste...
Thanks to my son, I am now watching Season 18 of Top Gear, my favorite currently-broadcast television show. In fact, it is the only currently-broadcast television show I watch! The presenters mentioned a new Alfa Romeo, the 4C concept car. Diable! Look at it! Gorgeous! I think I may like it better than the 8C Competizione, over which I flipped. (The 8C is styled more conservatively than the 4C.) And look at this: "The car will probably cost between $55,000-$63,000. ... The 4C is going to production in 2013, and will be the first mass produced Alfa Romeo car for re-entry into the US market." Ooooohhh... I'll get to see one on the street, possibly...
(I'm not a fan of those octopus-looking things in the interior, however. I like the 8C interior better.)
While I was on the shuttle bus earlier this week I caught a glimpse at a restored Corvette parked near someone's house in Alexandria; I think it was a 1972 model. That's my favorite Corvette body style, the third generation C3, which was produced from 1968 until 1982. I like those swoopy lines. 1973 isn't regarded as a great year for cars due to smog gear detuning and progressively smaller and underpowered engines, but I think this is my favorite Vette. I like that flippy-up rear end. I'll take one of these... even with a 350 CID engine. (According to wikipedia, the upgraded L-82 was introduced as the optional high performance small-block engine. It delivered 250 hp. I have 274 hp in the 2 liter 4 cylinder engine in my Sonata! Drop that engine in the Vette and you'll have a faster, lighter and more nimble car!)
I pick up a library CD of The Kink Kronikles today; this is the Kinks' 1972 "best of" compilation. I'm looking forward to hearing it... since last year, when I got to like The Kinks Are The Village Green Preservation Society, I've turned into more of a Kinks fan than I was before. In fact, I am convinced that Ray Davies was a far better songwriter than Bob Dylan. (But then, I've thought that about Joni Mitchell, too.)
My weigh-in is on Friday mornings. Every week I cautiously approach the scale, anxious about what I might see. Will it be disappointment or a quiet sense of elation? A little of both: I lost 1.6 pounds last week, which brings me to a total of 25.0 pounds lost in thirteen weeks, or just under two pounds a week. I set the MyFitnessPal app on my phone for a weight loss of 1 1/2 pounds a week, so, hey, I'll take it. Besides, as I described yesterday, I won back the use of four pair of pants. All that and a piece of cake, a frosted cookie and two scoops of ice cream yesterday.
What's fun is that as I'm losing weight the current dosage of blood pressure medication I'm on, which was set when I weighed 300 pounds, is probably becoming too high for me now. So I tend to get a bit light-headed and dizzy when I get up suddenly, as when I'm inspecting items on the bottom shelf at a library. (I noticed this phenomena when I lost a lot of weight in 2007.) It's cool. I figure that as I entirely missed out of all the drug abuse during the 1960's and 1970's I'm entitled to some light-headedness. Although... something as big as I am falling over is probably a significant hazard to my fellow man; I tend to be like a bull in a china shop. Perhaps in a month or two I'll point this out to my doctor and he can adjust the dosage.
They're not calling for rain tomorrow morning, so perhaps we'll have a few more yard sales than last week. And then there's Easter Sunday, which is not what it was when we had little kids in the house. I miss them; they were fun.
Have a great weekend!